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This was nothing new to Mercy - where most Phonies put their energy into school, all of his was put into the clinics that needed the extra help. Sometimes it was as simple as playing courier between the locations, sometimes they'd let him actually help with bandaging and treatment - and if he was impatient and stoic enough, they'd actually train him in small procedures. He was a sort of assistant-slash-intern, and who needed school when you knew your calling as sure and loud as your name?

The only downside to all this was...well...other Phonies. Sure, it was ridiculous sounding when one realized the medical babben had a disdain for the ignorant and slow, but he didn't voice it. Typically. Sometimes, actions were louder than words.

Which was probably the case when the uncertain unicorn suddenly found a baby thermometer shoved into his face, attached to the mouth of a surly Mercy. "Use this one," he said around the thing between his teeth, letting it go after a moment irregardless if the other had grasped it. "It's easier on the small ones."

To the mother and Sweet Tooth, he procured a golden star sticker from his wings, complete with iridescent glitter and shine. Mercy smiled, using his nose against the desk to draw the sticker off, and then boop it right on the baby's nose. "Big kids get stickers for being brave," he said very matter-of-fact, heedless if it would help with the wailing or not. A distraction was really all they needed.

He pat the mother's arm with his hoof and looked back to Silver Lining, sharply indicating with his head to take the damn temperature already.

The smile he offered to the mother was professional at best - that is to say, absent of warmth - before returning his attention to his so-called helper. "We'll take it. One less thing for the big wigs to spend time on. Watch." The words were clipped, expectant, demanding. He used his teeth to unfurl the length of the mechanism that looked little more than a soft bandage. Without any magic of his own, he was still deft in looping it around a foreleg.

"Distract 'em again. Raspberry or something, kids love that." As if he wasn't a kid himself. "Once there's a smile, we move."

If Silver Lining would do it or not, Mercy would scarcely wait, holding the bulb between his two hooves and pumping it a few times with the utmost care despite his brash attitude. "We don't have a lot of time when it comes to the little ones. They want to eat, sleep, and be stimulated. Waiting is of benefit to no one."

It was taken, the cuff swiftly taken off and the item put away. It'd been mere moments since the pink babben had entered the area and they were darn near about done. No muss no fuss. "Anything else?"